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My joy is gone; grief is upon me; 1my heart is sick within me.
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Behold, the cry of the daughter of my people from 2the length and breadth of the land: "Is the LORD not in Zion? 3Is her King not in her?" 4"Why have they provoked me to anger with their carved images and with their foreign idols?"
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"The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved."
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For the wound of 5the daughter of my people is my heart wounded; 6I mourn, and dismay has taken hold on me.
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Is there no 7balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why then has the health of the daughter of my people not been restored?